18.12.09

I miss you already. It's been a day. But you just don't get what you mean to me. You don't get that i can love you even if you think i don't know you. And how can you say i don't care? How can you say you aren't changing me? Cos you have. And you want me to change even more. I smoke. I drink. And on occasion i do drugs. Making me stop is changing me, so don't say it's not. It's not something i can take lightly, it's not something i can cease at the drop of a hat, not even for you. Though i want to. I wish i could be perfect, but for goodness sake i can't, i accept you don't like it, learn to accept that i do. I like you because you are opinionated, but don't shove those opinions down my throat. I dont shove mine down yours. How could you be so cruel? I cried. You made me cry. You who always made me smile. I trusted you and you hurt me. Like all the other boys i've told you about. I thought you of all people would have understood. Ah well, i'll live.